A weird thing happened as I hit my late 30s. The best way I can describe it is 'acceptance'. I accept who I am, at my core, is defined by my genes, my experiences, and my experiences' affect on my genes. I used to think that if I just tried hard enough, I could be different. I could be cooler, more attractive, etc. Now? I simply accept that I am simply not compatible with some people, and that's ok.

I know that sounds like some sort of cringe hallmark card. I know I completely dismissed that sort of sentiment when I was younger, but as I've gotten older, I've found it rings more true.